Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.